Ravaged by Them (Descent Into Darkness 2)

“I really wish you two would stop calling me that.” She looked down, but I saw a grin on the edge of her lips. “I missed you.”

“Did you now?” I put my hands on her hips and slowly moved them down to cup her ass. “I bet you can guess what I missed.”

“Yeah…” She looked up and our eyes met. “Is Rourke here?”

“He had to run out and pick up a few things from the store, but he’ll be back soon.” I squeezed her ass a little harder. “We can get started without him though—no reason to wait.”

“That sounds good to me.” She nodded, and I pulled her close for a kiss.

Fuck, I love feeling her lips on mine.

I might not have had any intentions of settling down, but I couldn’t deny the attraction that I had for Anabelle. It wasn’t love—not exactly. It was just a desire that coursed through my veins that made me want to have her close—to forget about everything her father could do to us when I had her in my arms—fuck, maybe that was the closest I would ever get to love. Rourke was falling though. I could see it in his eyes when he looked at her—the way he brought her up when she wasn’t around. The playroom proved that, to me at least.

“You know we’re not going to be able to do this forever right?” I pulled back from our kiss and held her in my arms. “This isn’t your world—nor is it ever going to be good enough for a woman like you.”

“Let me worry about that.” She let her head fall against my shoulder. “I just want to be here with the two of you tonight.”

“Where does your Daddy think you are? Another night at Samantha’s house?” I chuckled under my breath.

“He’s busy with work. He barely notices me when I’m there, much less when I’m gone.” She leaned back. “He won’t do anything to hurt you if he finds out—I won’t let him.”

You might think you have him wrapped around your finger, but I assure you—you’re wrong.

I took Anabelle to the couch and our lips seared together as we started to slowly get undressed. She rubbed herself against my cock, making me hard as a rock. We didn’t get very far before Rourke got back. He gave us a little shit about starting without him, but then he joined the party. He had started to get a little rougher when we were together—rougher than I normally was, which should have been a warning sign. He was testing her—seeing what she liked—building up to the moment when he introduced her to his world.

If she gave in to that, then it was going to be extremely hard for him to ever let her go. I wasn’t sure where that would leave me. It was fine to share her with him if she was just a piece of ass, but if he was letting her into his heart, then that would eventually have to come to a stop. She was so fucking delicious—I didn’t want to give her up unless I had to, but Rourke was my best friend. I wouldn’t stand in the way of love.

We were just about to take things to the bedroom when there was a knock at the door.

“I’ll get it,” I grunted and tried to hide my engorged cock as I stood.

“Careful…” Rourke shifted Anabelle to the side.

He’s thinking the same thing I’m thinking—it could be the moment we’ve been dreading.

“Oh, it’s for me.” I peeked out the curtain. “I’ll be right back.”

The man on the other side of the door was named Reggie Veal. He was another South Side kid, but unlike us, he made it out. He wasn’t the one who wanted to see me though. He was just a messenger. I stepped outside, and he motioned for me to follow him—to a car that was parked at the end of my street. I knew who was inside—so I walked around to the passenger side and climbed into the backseat.

“We really need to find a better place to meet.” The older man wrinkled his nose. “I don’t like having to come all the way to the South Side.”

“Well, with all due respect.” I tilted my head to the side. “You’re the one asking for the favor—Mr. Weber.”

“I suppose I am.” He nodded. “I’ve got another job for you.”

“What is it this time? Need me to crack another skull so you don’t have to get your hands dirty?” I leaned back in my seat.

“No.” He shook his head back and forth. “I need you to track someone down—a woman named Hannah Clark.”

“Ex-girlfriend?” I chuckled under my breath.

“Not exactly.” He shook his head back and forth. “I’ve got everything you need on this flash drive.”

“Yeah, I don’t have a computer.” I stared at the rectangular device he dropped in my hand.

“Then buy one.” He grunted and dug his hand into his pocket. “Or steal one—I don’t give a fuck. Just find her.”

“Okay.” I nodded and shoved the flash drive into my pocket.